It was the last Saturday of April 2016 and a primal urge was heavy in the air to get high ,Servol was just a way of coming down for General Welham "brain normalisation " was like paracetamol. 7 am wake up Catch the 909am to Stratford no problem. I watched Norwich get beaten by Arsenal visited the children and received a message from Toby ,Toby had been snorting copious amounts of mdma & ketamine & thought it was a good idea to finally link up with the General. The meeting spot was 10:23pm outside the Holloway Road Odeon . After trying to enter the post code into the phones maps the general decided to purchase a Heineken and just stroll about and have a piss behind some disused bins. Within 10 minutes Toby arrived bounding up the street with3/4 length shell bottoms & red shoes a grey woollen hat and a medium long grey farmers jacket he arrived sprightly and awkwardly exchanged glances. After a handshake we traversed towards his swanky London pad. As Welham approached the stairs his nostrils picked up the sense of depravity . Greeted with two sofas wedged against both walls a coffee table and two plates with mind altering drugs he knew this would be a laugh. After meeting Toby's flatmate a strange bald bearded man obviously deranged by the class A, called Tom a long haired Russian man with long hair with a V neck jumper on that was suspiciously sober and sensible amongst the carnage he seated himself on the one remaining seat left in the shared flat. Mat Welham then gingerly planted himself on a wooden dining chair precariously dangling over a short flight of stairs dividing the flat up into 4 floors. He shunted forward and glanced at the glass table. A fat line of mdma sat there awaiting his arrival and a £20 note was produced and so he inhaled the pungent stingy powder into his nose . Zing.
